Looking for my social worker Ms.Cindy, I finally spotted her sitting in her office , I could smell her usual cup of black coffee from the doorway, walking …show more content…
The second gift was a journal but not just any journal but my mom's daily journal. When my mother was still alive I would always notice her writing in a book so I decided to ask my mom what she was writing in and she told me that the book she was writing in was called a journal and that one day she would buy me one but she never got to buy my one due to her death. Just looking at the gift I had received tears were starting to fall from my eyes, wiping my tear away I walk over to Ms.Cindy’s and hug her to show my appreciation for all she had done for me throughout the years I have been in the foster program . “ Ms.Cindy can you finalize my coming of age papers and enter them in .” “Dear I was going to tell you this but I already finalized your papers a long time ago so you are free to